Paige
Paige laughs, bright and airy, feeling like a warm summer breeze that stirs up your hair and tickles your nose with the salt it brings with it. "Is that what makes me cool? Being older?" The girl asks, arching a brow as she cocks her head to the side, letting her feet swing after she yanks off her shoes, toes skimming the top of the water in the tide pool. Paige doesn't follow her into the pool, content to watch her plunge her hands into the waters, producing shell after shell. "That sounds really neat. A lot like Halo." Had she already mentioned Halo? Yeah, she had and perhaps it's foreshadowing in a way. Little did Paige know that her new best friend would disappear into the snowy landscape to be out of reach for the coming seasons.
"That's a conch shell. Sometimes you find them with snails inside. It's where they live. Besides the ocean, of course." It's easy to provide the information, having been taught it by her own mother. Still, the light and wonder in Sol's eyes is endearing in a way she doesn't fully understand. "That one looks like it's empty. You can keep it."
"That's a conch shell. Sometimes you find them with snails inside. It's where they live. Besides the ocean, of course." It's easy to provide the information, having been taught it by her own mother. Still, the light and wonder in Sol's eyes is endearing in a way she doesn't fully understand. "That one looks like it's empty. You can keep it."
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
